Chopin Autumn Nocturnes

Acorn Caps and falling leaves in gold and red

It's that time of year when we don our 

Acorn Caps and walk through Autumn melodies 

of falling leaves in a Chopin nocturne of   

Mango madness and sunset glow of 

Tango tenderness... 

The wind blows in waves of lovely 

A cappella voices in colors of every 

Native American...

The Sequoia trees and Maple trees with 

sugar infused gold and red 

falling in the breeze... 

Silhouettes of geese in 

formation fly over meadows of 

bundled hay where 

horses and cattle play... 

Apples fall gently to the ground 

gathered up for pies and cider... 

Time for Barn Dances... Swing your partner 

round and round... 

"Mairzy doats and Dozy doats  

And liddle lamzy divey 

A kiddley divey too, 

wouldn't you?"

Quote:  

(Song written and composed by 

Milton Drake, Al Hoffman, and 

Jerry Livingston 1943) 

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

How utterly enchanting, Pat! Your opening verse "of falling leaves in a Chopin nocturne" set the stage for the rest to follow, and what a pageantry of refined brilliance it is. Your dance of nature and poetry go hand in hand to compliment the majestic colors of the Sequoia and Maple trees. And the geese, flying over meadows...what rapture! One of your best, and an instant favorite for me!

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kelly... I have embedded your review into my winter quilt of memories. Derrick the quilt I will remember the enchantment that played a Chopin Nocturne for your listening pleasure of A cappella voices and falling 🍁 leaves. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Under the quilt I will remember the enchantment. I do not know where Derrick came from... cyberspace is spooky... lol.

[Dave Brown]

i had forgotten about that song but this happily autumn offering goes right along with it

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave... so delightful to receive your review of a poem I penned a year ago. It is so refreshing. I adore the Song and try to teach it to my grandchildren... who may not understand the “play on words, but they will when they teach it to their grandchildren. It seems I was more talented as a poet a year ago, but I am trying to still be creative. Hope you and yours are well and safe. With 💕 love and prayers, Pat

[Dave Brown]

hadn't noticed a drop in your ability
All your poems continue to be a bright light

[Patricia Wedel]

You are a Full blue Moon... thank you... Pat

[barleygirl]

This poem is packed with lively descriptions & fun -- more so than any of yours I've read lately! I love how you play with word sounds: "mango madness / tango tenderness" . . . plus the stanza about apples falling & being gathered up for pies & cider, this conjures up a ton of autumn activities in the reader's mind, some of the most revered aspects of a favorite season for many. You surely brought autumn alive in ways I've not seen, even tho there are many autumn poems this time of year! I'd forgotten all about square dancing & you made it come alive with originality! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... Chopin Autumn 🍂 Nocturnes is my favorite time of year, although Spring is another Song of blossoming breath of newness scents of sighs. I always adore your reviews... like sipping wine 🍷 from grapes 🍇 of laughter and sunny rays of kindness. truly, At x

[barleygirl]

Even tho we are in the delightfully unusual place of accepting a ton of rain from the heavens this winter, I can feel a burgeoning spring fever building . . . .

[Jade]

I like this, so fun and lively, Nicely expressed

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Brandie... thanks for your playful review... Autumn does seem musical and lively after a lazy summer of sunshine afternoons. fondly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

Such fun and charm. I too see music in nature I love you poem

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... so charming to read your review. It seems in Autumn, there is music 🎶 in the Aire of golden breezes... lovely to know that you also hear the music. May your Thanksgiving embrace those you love and Cranberry grace your plate with scores of other goodies too. truly, Pat

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a beautiful, tender music in your words. How they carry us all over the glory of autumn, its mystery and magic alive in those sacred colors of life, letting us know it's okay to let go. Reminded me of when I lived in California and my family would go up to the foothills of the Sierras to a place called Apple Hill where we would get fresh cider and apple donuts, and enjoy every breath.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear 🦉 there is a mystery and magic to Autumn with sounds of Chopin. Your childhood trip to the foothills of the Sierras
To a place called Apple Hill seems so endearing to enjoy Cider and dinuts. Hot apple cider can be great when in snows in Winter. May your blessing be colored in red and gold as life unfolds. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Hot Cider and donuts when it snows in Winter...

[Fran Marie]

Beautifully penned verses of how lovely Autumn truley is
Love the liddle lamzy divey..line/ song..and colorful desciptives throughout..nice work

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran... utumn is aglow with colors blushing like Victorian ladies with windswept petticoats... thanks for stopping by with such a lovely review. The song is a play on words that is catchy ... Your friend, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Autumn 🍂 is aglow...

[wordman]

sounds like fall is here,lovely imagery

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Wordman... our lawn is golden under branches Naren where birds once perched amongst shady green leaves. Misty rain clouds have silver linings. Ghosts and Goblins have disappeared and pumpkins will be cooked for Thanksgiving pies. Bless you for stopping by. truly, Pat

[wordman]

you`re welcome,i can smell them cooking

[Patricia Wedel]

... our lawn is golden under branches Baren where birds once perched among shady green leaves ...

[wordman]

raining here but leaves turning pretty quick

[MsJewel]

You have outdone yourself Pat. You have painted a picture of warm autumn colors and scents of apple cider. I'll see you at the barn dance my friend. Hugs Julie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Julie... you are the epitome of seasonal saxophone sounds of celebration.
Our country has become closer with cyberspace waves of dancing on line through our poetry. Lovely to swing as autumn leaves in the breeze. May your autumn 🍂 be sugar infused with memories. With love, Pat

[m.s.early]

I can smell the chestnuts. You captured the backyard I grew up in.

Lovely read.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Early ... your backyard memories must surely be colorful, especially when Fall colors our days with symphonies of sunshine and roses refusing to drop
to earth and new birth when Spring breaks
and blossoms awake once again. Thanks for stopping by. truly, Pat

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A lovely poem, Pat.

You have painted a picture of your Autumn that is pleasant to the mind, soothing, vibrant and full of sound and colour. Your writes always take your readers into the scenery that you survey and this one is no different. Autumn has always been my favourite season and you have given me a glimpse into yours that I would otherwise never be able to see.

Fine poetry.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Doodley... poetry reflects the seasons of our heart. I can always hear music 🎶 when the wind blows through leaves 🍁 of red and gold... and when geese fly as though they know something important is happening and they want to be timely. Bluejays father for town meetings in our front yard🌻Hot apple cider and gingerbread cookies. Keep the faith. Truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Bluejays meet in our front yard for town meetings and to celebrate Autumn.